Roads

Ohh, can’t anybody see
We’ve got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say

How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

Storm.. in the morning light
I feel
No more can I say
Frozen to myself

I got nobody on my side
And surely that ain’t right
And surely that ain’t right

Ohh, can’t anybody see
We’ve got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say

How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

[INSTRUMENTAL]

How can it feel, this wrong
This moment
How can it feel, this wrong

Ohh, can’t anybody see
We’ve got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say

How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

So…religion.

Recently, online, I viewed the killing of a man who was said to have committed apostasy. It was terribly tragic and gruesome. I seriously doubt I’ll ever forget it. Here, in Canada, that type of thing is unlikely to happen, of course. But I’ve had a nightmare about a jihadist holding my son at gunpoint, asking me if I’m an infidel. That type of fear runs deep.

Ta-daaaa!!!

David Copperfield, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, pointing to MH370.

Needless to say, this never happened. (Mainly because now that billions of dollars were spent to find it, and millions of tears were shed for the people on the plane, he now realizes this was way over his head, got out of hand and has to secretly dispose of this airplane and hope it never comes out that he magically took it. And hope none of the survivors/participants ever speak about it.)

Kurt

Trying not to listen too much to what the media has to say about Kurt Cobain, today. It’s not news, and we already knew about his artistic abilities, aside from his music. Feels like a money grab, somehow. “This will speak to our younger audience, make sure to show lots of shots of people crying when they first heard the news, 20 years ago.”

Bah.